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032 - Book 5 Chapter 7 Not a Revolt · The French Revolution Volume 1 - The Bastille

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  Speaker 1: The French Revolution, A history by Thomas Carlyle, Volume one,
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  Speaker 1: Book five, The Third Estate, Chapter seven, not a revolt.
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  Speaker 1: This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Read by
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  Speaker 1: Peter Dan Book five, chapter seven, not a revolt. Why
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  Speaker 1: dwell on what follows? Julin's fadoficia should have been kept,
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  Speaker 1: but could not. The Swiss stand drawn up disguised in
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  Speaker 1: white canvas, smocks the Invalids without disguise, their arms all
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  Speaker 1: piled against the wall. The first rush of victors, in
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  Speaker 1: ecstasy that the death peril is past, leaps joyfully on
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  Speaker 1: their necks. But new victors rush, and ever knew also
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  Speaker 1: in ecstasy, not wholly of joy, as we said. It
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  Speaker 1: was a living deluge, plunging headlong. Had not the guard Fronseise,
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  Speaker 1: in their cool military way, wheeled round with arms leveled,
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  Speaker 1: it would have plunged suicidally by the hundred of the
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  Speaker 1: thousand into the Bastille ditch. And so it goes, plunging
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  Speaker 1: through court and corridor, billowing uncontrollable firing from windows on itself,
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  Speaker 1: in hot frenzy of triumph of grief and vengeance for
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  Speaker 1: its slain. The poor Invalids will fare ill one Swiss,
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  Speaker 1: running off in his white smock, is driven back with
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  Speaker 1: a death thrust. Let all prisoners be marched to the
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  Speaker 1: town hall to be judged. Alas already one poor invalid
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  Speaker 1: has his right hand slashed off him, his maimed body
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  Speaker 1: dragged to the place de grave and hanged there. This
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  Speaker 1: same right hand, it is said, turned back Delaunay from
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  Speaker 1: the powder magazine and saved Paris de Launay, discovered in
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  Speaker 1: gray frock with poppy colored ribbon, is for killing himself
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  Speaker 1: with the sword of his cane. He shelter the Hotel
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  Speaker 1: de Villa, ulan my yard and others escorting him Eli
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  Speaker 1: marching foremost with a capitulation paper on his sword's point,
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  Speaker 1: through roarings and cursing, through hustlings, clutchings, and at last
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  Speaker 1: through strokes, your escort is hustled aside, fell down, Ulen
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  Speaker 1: seeks exhausted on a heap of stones. Miserable Delaunay. He
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  Speaker 1: shall never enter the Hotel de Villa. Only his bloody
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  Speaker 1: hair cue held up in a bloody hand, that shall
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  Speaker 1: enter for a sign. The bleeding trunk lies on the
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  Speaker 1: steps there. The head is off through the streets, ghastly,
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  Speaker 1: aloft on a pike. Rigorous Delaunay has died, crying out,
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  Speaker 1: O friends, kill me fast, merciful Diloma must die, though
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  Speaker 1: gratitude embraces him in this fearful hour, and will die
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  Speaker 1: for him. It avails not, Brothers, Your wrath is cruel.
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  Speaker 1: Your place de grave has become a throat of the tiger,
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  Speaker 1: full of mere fierce bellowings and thirst of blood. One
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  Speaker 1: other officer is massacred, one other invalid is hanged on
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  Speaker 1: the lamp iron with difficulty, With generous perseverance, the Guard
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  Speaker 1: Francis will save the rest. Provost Flasselles, stricken long since
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  Speaker 1: with the paleness of death, must ascend from his seat
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  Speaker 1: to be judged at the Palais Royal Alas, to be
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  Speaker 1: shot dead by an unknown hand at the turning of
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  Speaker 1: the first street. O evening sun of July. How at
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  Speaker 1: this hour thy beams fall slant on reapers amid peaceful
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  Speaker 1: woody fields, on old women spinning in cottages, on ships
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  Speaker 1: far out in the silent main, on balls at the
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  Speaker 1: Orangerie of Versailles, where high rouge dames of the Palace
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  Speaker 1: are even now dancing with double jacketed hussar offices and
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  Speaker 1: also on this roaring hell porch of a hotel de
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  Speaker 1: Ville Babel tower or the confusion of tongues were not
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  Speaker 1: bedlam added with the conflagration of thoughts, was no type
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  Speaker 1: of it. One forest of distracted steel bristles endless in
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  Speaker 1: front of an electoral committee, point itself in horrid rady
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  Speaker 1: eye against this and the other accused breast. It was
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  Speaker 1: the Titan's warring with Olympus, and they, scarcely crediting it,
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  Speaker 1: have conquered prodigy of prodigies, delirious as it could not
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  Speaker 1: but be denunciation, vengeance, blaze of triumph on a dark
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  Speaker 1: ground of terror. All outward, all inward, things fallen into
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  Speaker 1: one general rack of madness. Electoral committee hadd at a
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  Speaker 1: thousand throats of brass. It would not suffice Abbe Lefevre
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  Speaker 1: in the vaults down below, as black as vulcan, distributing
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  Speaker 1: that five thousand weight of powder with what perils these
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  Speaker 1: eight and forty hours last night, a patriot in liquor
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  Speaker 1: insisted on sitting to smoke on the edge of one
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  Speaker 1: of the powder barrels. There smoked he independent of the world,
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  Speaker 1: till the Abbe purchased his pipe for three francs, and
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  Speaker 1: pitched it far ailey in the Grand Hall. Electoral committee
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  Speaker 1: looked looking on sits with drawn sword bent in three places,
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  Speaker 1: with battered helm, for he was of the Queen's Regiment cavalry,
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  Speaker 1: with torn regimentals, face singed and soiled, comparable something to
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  Speaker 1: an antique warrior judging the people forming a list of
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  Speaker 1: Bastiller heroes, Oh friends, stain not with blood, the greenest
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  Speaker 1: laurels ever gained in this world, such as the burden
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  Speaker 1: of a Lei's song. Could it be but listened to
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  Speaker 1: courage ai le courageye municipal electors, a declining son. The
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  Speaker 1: need of victuals and of telling news will bring assuagement, dispersion.
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  Speaker 1: All earthly things must end along the streets of Paris
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  Speaker 1: circulate seven Bastiller prisoners born shoulder high, seven heads on pikes,
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  Speaker 1: the keys of the Bastille, and much else. See also
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  Speaker 1: the Guard Francaise in their steadfast military way, marching home
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  Speaker 1: to their barracks, with the Invalids and Swiss kindly enclosed
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  Speaker 1: in Hollow square. It is one year and two months
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  Speaker 1: since these same men stood unparticipating with Brenos d'argus at
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  Speaker 1: the palais de justice when fate overtook dispremenil, and now
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  Speaker 1: they have participated, and will participate. Not guard fronseies henceforth,
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  Speaker 1: but sent to grenadiers of the National Guard, men of iron,
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  Speaker 1: discipline and humor, not without a kind of thought in them. Likewise,
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  Speaker 1: ashlar stones of the Bastilla continue thundering through the dusk.
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  Speaker 1: Its paper archive shall fly white, old secrets come to view,
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  Speaker 1: and long buried despair finds voice. Read this portion of
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  Speaker 1: an old letter. If not for my consolation, Monseigneur, would
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  Speaker 1: grant me, for the sake of God and the most
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  Speaker 1: blessed Trinity, that I could have news of my dear wife.
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  Speaker 1: Were it only her name on card to show that
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  Speaker 1: she is alive, it were the greatest consolation I could receive.
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  Speaker 1: I should for ever bless the great there of Monseigneur,
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  Speaker 1: poor prisoner, who namest thyself carey damiri, and hast no
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  Speaker 1: other history. She is dead, that dead wife of thine,
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  Speaker 1: and thou art dead. Tis fifty years since thy breaking
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  Speaker 1: heart put this question to be heard now first and
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  Speaker 1: long heard in the hearts of men. But so does
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  Speaker 1: the July twilight thicken, So must Paris as sick children
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  Speaker 1: and all distracted creatures do brawl itself finally into a
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  Speaker 1: kind of sleep. Municipal electors, astonished to find their heads
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  Speaker 1: still uppermost, are home only Moreau de Saint Marie, of
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  Speaker 1: tropical birth and heart of coolest judgment. He with two others,
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  Speaker 1: shall sit permanent at the town hall. Paris sleeps gleams
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  Speaker 1: up with the illuminated city patrols go clashing without common watchword.
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  Speaker 1: There go rumors alarms of war to the extent of
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  Speaker 1: fifteen thousand men marching through the suburb Saint Antoine, who
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  Speaker 1: never got it, marched through of the day's distraction. Judged
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  Speaker 1: by this of the night, Moreau de Saint Marie, before
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  Speaker 1: rising from his seat, gave upwards of three thousand orders.
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  Speaker 1: What a head comparable to Friar Bacon's brass head. Within
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  Speaker 1: it lies all Paris prompt. Must the answer be right
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  Speaker 1: or wrong? In Paris is no other authority extant seriously
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  Speaker 1: a most cool clear head, for which also thou O
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  Speaker 1: brave Saint Marie, and many capacities, from Auguste senator to
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  Speaker 1: merchant's clerk, book dealer, vice king, in many places from
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  Speaker 1: Virginia to Sardinia shalt ever, as a brave man find employment.
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  Speaker 1: Bessonval has decamped under cloud of dusk, amid a great
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  Speaker 1: affluence of people who did not harm him. He marches
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  Speaker 1: with faint growing tread down the left bank of the
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  Speaker 1: Seine all night, towards infinites by re summoned, Shall Bessonval
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  Speaker 1: himself be for trial for difficult acquittle his king's troops?
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  Speaker 1: His royal a lamande are gone. Hence, for ever the
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  Speaker 1: versay Ball and Lemonade is done. The orangery is silent,
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  Speaker 1: except for night birds. Over in the Saisle des Menu.
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  Speaker 1: Vice President Lafayette, with unsnuffed, lights, with some hundred of
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  Speaker 1: members stretched on tables round him, sits erect out, watching
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  Speaker 1: the bear. This day a second solemn deputation went to
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  Speaker 1: his Majesty, a second and then a third, with no effect.
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  Speaker 1: What will the end of these things be? In the court,
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  Speaker 1: all is mystery, not without whisperings of terror. Though ye
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  Speaker 1: dream of lemonade and Epaulet's ye foolish women, His Majesty
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  Speaker 1: kept in happy ignorance, perhaps dreams of double barrels and
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  Speaker 1: the woods of Mordaunt. Late at night, the Duke de
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  Speaker 1: lyng corps, having official right of entrance, gains access to
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  Speaker 1: the Royal Apartment. Unfolds with earnest clearness in his constitutional way.
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  Speaker 1: The job's news may said, poor lewis set an revolt.
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  Speaker 1: Why that is a revolt, Sire, answered Leancor. It is
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  Speaker 1: not a revolt, It is a revolution. End of Book five,
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  Speaker 1: Chapter seven,